From the heart: Love changes everything

my story of becoming a sister…20+ years later

Changes baby fingers From the heart: Love changes everything photo: stephanie for we heart this

Change: (verb, changed, chang·ing, noun ) to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone: to change one’s name; to change one’s opinion; to change the course of history

I have never been a big fan of change. People divorcing, moving, new jobs…whenever I face such changes in my life, I immediately imagine how my life will change for the worse. This was the case on a fateful Christmas day in 2009.

Here is the background story. My father had remarried a much younger woman. A woman younger than me in fact (which breaks the cardinal rule of not dating or marrying someone younger than your youngest child- my rule, and apparently, not my father’s). Oh, and they would move to California. This was a tough adjustment for me since I hate change and liked my father living close to me in Baltimore.

When my father first told me he was leaving wife #2, marrying wife #3, and moving to the west coast. I was in shock. While wife #2 was ok, and we had our issues – at least she was older and they lived close by. I disliked wife #3 immediately only because she was taking my daddy from me and moving him far, far away.

As the years went on and I regularly visited my dad and his wonderful life in California, I realized that Lea (wife #3) was not so bad. This was a good change! I had a nice place to visit and a new friend in Lea. We even started making fun of my dad together, which was fun.

My dad seemed happier than he had been in years. I grew fonder and fonder of Lea knowing that I could visit as often as I wanted, and that she took good care of my dad. She did not want kids, so I would never have to worry about anyone else stealing my precious daddy…or so I thought.

Fast forward to Christmas day 2009. My dad was visiting Baltimore for the holidays and Lea was with her family in Virginia. We were looking at pictures my dad had uploaded from old photo albums of me as a baby.

“Look how cute you are” he says.

“I know- so cute!” I say humbly.

“Well, you are so cute in these pictures, that Lea and I decided to have a baby!” he says, beaming.

I immediately stomp upstairs leaving my poor dad with a shocked look on his face. Change had struck again….a baby? At his age? I am an only child! This new baby will steal my thunder! My dad will like it better than me! This baby and new wife will steal my dad forever, I thought. This was the worst news ever, and on Christmas day!

I acted like a spoiled brat for a few months, asking whenever I got the courage if Lea was pregnant, and breathing a sigh of relief when the answer was no. I finally went to California for a visit in May and one morning we made a stop on the way to the store…it was a hospital. Lea went in and came back out a few minutes later. I was trying to read her face, but could not detect a happy or disappointed face.

I saw her show some papers to my dad and they whispered a little and he kissed her…THEY WERE PREGNANT!..and they found out while I was there…was I good luck or something? I continued acting like a spoiled brat the entire trip refusing to inquire. However, something in me was starting to change. I felt that because of my childishness, they were forced to suppress a very special moment together for fear of making me upset. I was acting like an ass and felt bad about it.

Upon my return to Baltimore, I sent Lea an email telling her that it obviously takes me a while to warm up to things, and that I was on board for this whole baby thing. Could she ever forgive me?

I had been so horrible to her since the beginning and I thought for sure she would answer politely and ignore me from then on..what does she need me for? She has her own family now and my daddy will be so enthralled with the baby that the old, grown daughter on the east coast will be all but forgotten.

I was wrong. Lea included me in every step of the way and I was thrilled to be a part of it. When I found out the baby was going to be a boy, I was over the moon to have a baby brother. I began hating being so far away and missing the nursery preparations, baby shower and seeing the baby bump grow each week. My Grinch heart had grown two sizes!

Christian was born on February 5th 2011. He was born one day before my future husband’s birthday and I knew that was a good sign. He was a huge baby weighing in at almost 10lbs! I Skyped with them while they were in the recovery room, and choked back tears at seeing my new baby brother. I wanted to hold him, kiss him and welcome him to the world. I was touched at the sight of my dad holding the baby as well – in a good way.

I met the baby in May at his Christening that took place in Virginia. I am the godmother and have never been more proud. I have to say, he is the cutest, most well behaved baby I have ever seen. I had the baby’s grandmother and great grandmother to compete with, but I managed a few holds and hundreds of kisses. I plan to visit California soon so that I can have Christian all to myself!

The hardest thing now is being so far away and missing all of Christian’s milestones. I would love to be there to see him babble then talk, crawl then walk (and then become the next soccer phenom). Change is a curious thing. I always thought change would negatively impact my life. Now, Christian has taught me how great change can be, and to him, my dad and Lea, I will be forever grateful.

Stephanie was born in France and travels there every year to visit her mom and relatives. She now lives Stateside with her fiancee Bubba, and their two kitties; Winston and Shirley. Makeup is her passion (she worked as a makeup artist for Laura Mercier), she also loves to cook, do artsy stuff and garden.

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  1. Profile photo of Shaya C.
    Shaya C.

    Thanks for writing about this, it must had been a hard time in your life. As an only child I can’t imagine suddenly having a sibling once I am a grown adult. This actually helps me a little on some stuff that’s been going on in my life as well. I am recently engaged, and my wonderful fiance has 3 stepkids from his first marriage, the only girl is 18 and has been living with us for the last few months and it has not been easy. She has certainly been acting the part of little girl who is used to getting her way with daddy. Its been hard for me, we were good friends before she moved in. Now that she lives in the house we haven’t adjusted well to me being an authority figure (I am only 8 years older). Its been harder then I expected as well, the only experience I have with teenage girls is myself and that doesn’t help much. I’m very glad to hear that your family has been able to come through this, it gives me hope for mine!

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      Shaya, I really feel for you. I really hope that your family can pull through. It can be incredibly difficult trying to figure out your role, and become comfortable with it in this sort of situation.

      @Stephanie, thank you for being so honest about your experience, and I’m so glad that things changed for the better :)
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      I really think that is the toughest situation for all. It is hard for the child to have to answer to a ‘new, young’ stepmom and very hard for the stepmom to find her role…from the point of view of the daddy’s girl…all I can say, is let him be the bad guy and you be the fun least until you win her over, which will be in no time, I’m sure. It may not be the correct answer, but it worked for me…he he he

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    Thanks for sharing this touching story with us. The picture above just tugs like crazy at my heart! I’m glad all is well and your baby brother has an amazing big sister! Just think of all the fun times ahead and how much he’ll look up to you..

  3. Profile photo of lyssachelle

    What a beautiful story. I was an only child who finally met my long-lost older half-sister at age 18, so I can relate. You KNOW you won’t lose your parents, but something in you tells you otherwise.

    I love that you overcame that and find Christian to be a joy, he’s so lucky! And those wee little fingers, just adorable!! I see that Melissa says you’ve visiting him know, so I hope you’re enjoying kissing tiny little bellies and toes!! :-)

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    What a sweet story, thanks for sharing @glamazon56 ! I never the conscious experience of “losing” my parents as my sister was born 6 minutes after I was, haha.
    And your photo is adorable! I love little tiny baby hands and feet, I just want to kiss them forever!

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    Thanks for all the support, ladies. Funny how one’s life can change so much in such a short time.
    Update: I left my father’s house in California yesterday and cried like a baby when I had to leave the three of them (and the dogs). The baby is an angel and I couldn’t have given him any more kisses during my stay. My father’s wife and I get along great now, and she is such a fantastic mom. My dad is doing so well with the baby and is a heart warming site to see.
    My only problem now is finding the time and money to visit again as soon as possible!

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